Sometimes...sometimes confusion seems to take over and there is nothing i can do but give into the fight...no longer have to be tortured by the excruciating pain that seemed to endlessly throb. With my heart no longer willing to beat, my mind unwilling to think, i was utterly and officially confused...until my thoughts took it into their own hands....that's when things got interesting.
My mind, a spinning web of hopes, a thread of dreams, surrounding my every word, clinging to every breath i took, made a decision. It spoke words to me...only...these were not words but ink. The were as bold and brilliantly spoken like the ink had poisoned the canvas of my thoughts, never to be ignored as they had been for so many years. As though it were a beast, gently awaking from an eternity of slumber, it rumbles and croaked in my mind. It said to me, its words i can never forget...
It may have been I who has left you, dear child. But you shall never leave me. And neither shall this fellow, which has grown much too friendly to my liking. You shalt not speak to this man...for he is nothing but the death of you.
I began to laugh...Laugh as though i had not laughed in a thousand years. I began to find this threat utterly hilarious....even though something told me deep down my mind was right. I stopped at the thought of this..... i tried to relate back in the day...when things were never things i had to endure...though remembering words from my childhood were always slipping from my mind...always falling into an abyss i did not dare enter. This thought, i could feel something move...something sliver up and down my spine as it churned all of my nerves into a bloody cauldron. Confusion took over again and i began to see the maddening chaos in my mind...but i could hear the faint music and as the music began to swell...the chaos faded as if it was never there.
My how the music filled my soul, how every feeling in my body was flowing through my veins as though and angel had given me a blessing. Then as i thought, and the more that i thought, i could feel my heart. This was not music of mystery, no....this was music of passion, of faith...music that made a soul divine and prosperous being as it floated above the crumbling earth, waiting to be heard. This was the sound of the strings of my heart. They became an waining violin, or the serenity of the fairytale. It began to tell a story as well, though i did not hear the words. No words were to be spoken with such a thought....all i could hear was the sound of the drums and the flow of my heart. How i knew, this i shall not reveal, for it is in within your heart as well....
Though i shall be stuck in time, continuously contemplating the thoughts that live on through and through...do remember these words...when your mind doubts your true love...
To us, you may only see a damnation of heaven, hell and earth...but to that someone, hiding within the darkness from your sight, is the one who sees all the beauty the world could ever possess...from the vibrant blood that flows through a roses veins to the gentle green breeze that floats on the water, you are the beautiful
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